“I think we ought to live happily ever after,“ and she thought he meant it. Sophie knew that living happily ever after with Howl would be a good deal more hair-raising than any storybook made it sound, though she was determined to try.
"It should be hair-raising,” added Howl.
“And you’ll exploit me,” Sophie said.
“And then you’ll cut up all my suits to teach me.”
-Diana Wyne Jones, Howl’s Moving Castle
Painted on borrowed time so lots of messy details sorry argh >_<;;
One of my favourite Ghibli movies , and the book made me love it even more! <3 I was always afraid to draw fanart for it, because I kept feeling like I would mess up (and I did lol); well in the end I listened to some advice and just went for it aha.
Dang….Jay Park certainly seems to fit in well with the 1 Million Dance Studio crew doesn’t it? Hehe...first the MV Collab, then Making of vidand now Dance Class. This 30 yr old CEO just keeps on churnin’ out dance vids and music and video contents non stop! Where’d he get all the stamina haha….amazing.
It was now Friday, the first day of rehearsal. You’d gotten there a little early, deciding to stretch and mentally prepare yourself, this would be your focus for the next few months. You’d gotten a text from Yoongi this morning, wishing you luck, so you felt pretty good about today.
You woke up to the feeling of the breeze blowing over your body and stretched out on the bed to find yourself alone. Sitting up and fighting your hair out of your face, you could see the top of Harry’s head over the back of one of the lounge chairs on your small deck through one of the blowing curtains.
Pulling on a tank top over your thong, you meandered in his direction and walked around the seat to see him sitting with his legs crossed, swim trunks on, and sunglasses perched on his nose. When he noticed you, he smiled widely and closed his journal, tossing it onto the chair beside him and reaching his arms out as you sunk down next to him and curled up at his side.
“Good morning angel,” he mumbled against your hair, wrapped his arms around you as you both watched the sun continue to rise. “Sleep well?”
“I drank a lot last night,” you mumbled.
“You did,” Harry chuckled, “But you had a great time and learned many new dance moves.”
You both sat there quiet as Harry ran his fingers through your hair and you played with the end of his swim trunks, just watching as the sun shone brightly from behind your sunglasses.
Bts reaction to them taking care of their ill girlfriend
Hiyaaaaa could I request a bts reaction to their gf suffering bad period cramps and wanting to lie in their lap all day 💕 thank you so so much
Hi! I don’t think this has already been asked but I’d like to request “BTS reaction finding out you’ve been sick for days without them knowing and couldn’t take proper care of yourself” Probably fluff suits it but I’m fine with whatever comes to your mind for this :D (I went through your blog last night and omg totally worth it ^ヮ^)
Could u do a BTS reaction to reader being on her period and feeling lazy and wanting cuddles? Lots of fluff! I love your blog❤❤
A/N: Guys, I’m combining those since they are pretty similar.
He’ll be concerned af. Although he couldn’t take proper care for you for the first few days, now he was home and he was running from one place to another, trying to bring everything you need, or he thought you need. At one second you just smiled and said “Baby, stop running around and let me cuddle you. That’s all I want.”
Yoongi had several sessions in the studio before he found out that you wasn’t in your piano classes, but home trying to keep sanity form pain. Only then he ran like his life depends on it and when he arrive home, he snuggled you in his arms and gently stroke your tummy in hopes of the pain to disappear.
Junnie will be adorable. He knew your tummy hurts and that you couldn’t sleep because of it, so when you finally fell asleep at 11pm in the night, he decided to do something helpful before he held you in his arms. He did all your assignments that were due to this week and called your professor to let him now you won’t attend for the rest of the week,
Hobi tried literally everything to bring your mood up on the phone until he comes home. You were whining that all you wanted was to lie in his lap and eat chocolate that was non-existing in your apartment. Hobi told you that both he and the chocolate are only five minutes away. Also he promised you’ll lie in his lap as long as you want.
Jiminie was worried for you. He was pulling the puppy expression and was stroking your tummy and then kiss you over and over again reassuring you that everything will be alright. At one point you just laughed at his unusual adorableness. “Oppa, I have my period, I’m not pregnant.”
Tae will put good old school anime and lots of chocolate and hug you, before you two fell asleep. Until your cramps hit and you started meowing like a little kitten. Tae woke up instantly and started whispering sweet nothings in your ear trying to make you feel less pain. But instead of that, you got horny, but period didn’t support sex.
Kokie will also run everywhere doing whatever you want, where ever you wanted to gom he will assist you. As if you were ill. Your stomach just hurted shit badly, but Kookie thought the world was ending, so he helped, however he could. Of course, actually all you wanted from him was to cuddle you, but whatever. At the end of the day, he did that too.
My ask box is opened not for requests, but for smutty confessions. Guys, I love reading those confessions. Some of you are kinky…like me. So, send more in. You can come to me with all your sins. Share them, I’ll listen. Mommy will listen.
A/N: Hey guys! In celebration of my blog reaching to over 100 followers (author’s mind is blown), I decided to write out this one shot! I wanted to post another one I made of Sebastian Stan, but since this is a bit special, I made a different one. I hope you guys enjoy it! (I apologize for any grammar mistakes in my story)
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader Warnings: Language, angst, fluff Word count: 6,300 Summary: Reader has a habit of coming home late because of her love for painting. Unfortunately, that also starts to raise Sebastian’s suspicions of her habits.
blasts through my earphones as I move the messy sponge along the canvas in
rough dabs. I dip the edge of the sponge into the black paint before blending
the colours into the canvas. I hum to the music, bopping my head back and
forth. I was lost in this canvas. Nothing else matters right now.
I stare at
the piece for a while before deciding to fix another area that I don’t think
looks convincing enough. My favourite song comes along and I can’t resist it. I
set the palette and sponge down to dance in place. I move my body around to the
beat as I sing along out loud.
This is the
norm for me. Singing, dancing and painting all at the same time. I was alone in
my studio after all. I’m doing a painting for Sebastian for our anniversary
gift. I want it to be perfect.
I do a
quick spin to the music. I catch a glimpse of the large clock on the wall. My
eyes widen and I stop immediately. I stare at the clock carefully. 8:23. I look
through the window and sure enough, it was dark outside. I let out a gasp before
quickly clean myself up. I wash out the brushes, palettes and sponge and cover
up the canvas.
I store it
into the storage room before locking it up tight. I lock up my studio room and
run down the hallway. I’m so late. Sebastian would be home any minute and I
haven’t made dinner. Argh, this is why I shouldn’t paint without someone there
with me to remind me of the time. I always just lose myself in paintings for
hours on end.
arrived at our apartment, it was brightly lit. I smell something delicious cooking
in the kitchen. Great… he’s home. My heart aches. I feel a little terrible for
doing this, possibly, the hundredth time to him.
You and Harry were now in London and Harry was super busy. He had interviews and rehearsals the last few days. You had been staying at his house pretty much all day, which wasn’t completely a bad thing because you had been working on some songs, but you were getting a little annoyed at being alone.
Ever since your time in Chesire, you two had been sort of a distant. You were messing around with some arrangments on the piano, when your phone rang. It was Ed Sheeran, you smiled and quickly answered it.
“Hello, who this?” You smirked.
“Don’t be such a smart ass,” he laughed.
“Well, I mean it’s not my fault that one of my best friends hasn’t called me in like forever,” you said.
“I’ve been busy,” he said.
“Yeah, you and everyone else,” you mumbled.
“So, I know that you’re in London and I have a few days off from the tour and I was wondering if you wanted to get in the studio for a bit,” he said. “I’ve been working on this song and I really think it needs your touch on it and maybe… once we’re done with it, we can record it for your album.”
“Uh, sure, when do you want to do that?” You asked.
“Tomorrow, okay?” He asked.
“Yeah, that’ll work,” you smiled.
“Great, see you then, “ he said.
“Okay, bye,” you said.
Right when you ended the call, the front door opened up and Harry walked in. Usually, when Harry came home, he would yell out for you to find out where you were, but this time he was slient and walked right into the kitchen to grab a water.
You walked out of the Music Room and into the kitchen and stood in the doorway.
“Hey,” you said softly.
“Oh, hey,” he said leaning up against the counter.
“How was your day?” You asked.
“Good, but I’m exhuasted,” he said.
“Are you hungry? I could order us some dinner and maybe put on a movie?” you smiled.
“Actually, I already ate dinner with the band. We went out after rehearsals and now I’m probably just going to go to bed, but you can order whatever you like,” he said.
“Oh, okay,” you nodded. “Um, I’m not sure what you have going on tomorrow, but I’m going to working on a new song with Ed at the studio, and if you have a few spare minutes, I’d loved for you to be there.”
“Oh, yeah, what time?” He asked.
“I’m meeting him around 9 and we’ll just be in the studio however long it takes us to write the song and record it,” you said.
“Okay, sounds great,” he smiled finishing his water. “Well, I’m going to bed.”
You nodded as he kissed your forehead and went upstairs to the room.
You sighed as you went over to the take out menus, yet again and ordered yourself some dinner.
The next day, Harry was already up and gone by the time you had gotten up to get ready and head to the studio. You got some breakfast at a coffee shop nearby and went into the studio.
Ed was already there when you walked in. “Hey,” you smiled. “I brought breakfast.”
“You know the way to my heart,” he joked.
You laughed and sat down at the table.
“So, how’s everything been?” He asked grabbing a coffee from you.
“It’s been… good,” you said.
“That doesn’t sound very convincing,” he said.
“I wasn’t trying to be,” you sighed.
“What’s up?” He asked.
“A lot,” you sighed. “Harry and I… well, we’ve been a little on edge with each other lately.”
“It’s probably just because he’s busy with the single release,” he said.
“It was before that,” you said. “The entire time we were in Chesire, we practically fought every day. And ever since he mentioned about moving back to London, it’s been different between us.”
“He didn’t ask you?” He asked.
“No, that’s the thing, he did ask me to move here with him, but I don’t know…” you sighed.
“I get it, it’s a huge move,” he said. “But I’m sure you two will figure it all out.”
“I hope so,” you said. “I asked him to stop by today, but I don’t know if he’ll have time.”
“He’ll make time,” Ed said. “He really wants you to make this album and he’s your number one supporter, next to me, so he’ll be here.”
“We’ll see,” you said.
You two then started working on a song and a few hours later, the lyrics were written and the song was finished. You were just about to start recording it after running through some practice takes, but you took a quick break to call Harry.
You stepped outside the studio and called his number. The phone rang and rang before going to voicemail.
“Uh, hey, Harry, it’s me. Um Ed and I are still at the studio. We’ve finished the song and now we’re I’m gonna work on the recording for the album. I’d uh.. I’d really like it if you’d stop by, even if it’s just for like five minutes, but uh… I guess if I don’t see you here, I’ll see you at home,” you said before hanging up.
You went back into the studio and put on the headphones. You look up at Ed and he gives you a nod. The slow piano music starts and you wait for the cue to come.
“I can’t call you a stranger, but I can’t call you. I know you think that I erased you. You hate me, but I can’t hate you. And I won’t replace you,” you sang softly into the micrphone.
“Tell me how to feel about you now. Tell how to feel about you now. Oooh, let me know. Do I suffocate or let gooo?”
You got to the bridge of the song and closed your eyes as you sang. “You keep me up with your slience. Take me down with your quiet. Of all the weapons you fight with. Your slience is the most violent.”
You finished the rest of the song and once you hear the music cut off, you looked at Ed and the producer. “So, how was it?” You asked nervously.
“Fucking amazing,” Ed said. “I’ve got chills, Y/N. Bloody chills.”
You blushed. “Was it really that good?”
“Yes, when are you going to realize that you’re better than good?” He asked.
“Good question,” you laughed. “So, do you think that take is good enough, or should we go again?”
“I think it’s perfect,” Ed said. “You can listen back to it if you want and then decide.”
“Sounds good,” you said walking out of the booth.
The producer messes with a few of the switches before the song starts playing. You couldn’t help but smile as you listened and realized that it was you and you sounded damn good. By the end of the song, you actually had teared up a bit.
“Wow,” you smiled. “It is perfect.”
“So, do we officially have the first song of your album recorded?” Ed asked.
“Yeah, I think we do,” you smiled.
Ed smiled and hugged you. “I’m so fucking proud of you. You’re like my baby sister,”
“We’re the same age,” you laughed.
“Details,” he joked.
“Here, I burned you a copy and sent you a copy of the file to your email,” the producer said handing you a cd.
“Thanks,” you said taking it.
“Look, I know you’re upset that Harry wasn’t here, but I’m sure he just got caught up,” Ed said.
“Yeah,” you nodded.
“But hey, play that for him tonight and tell him to text me what he thinks,” Ed smiled.
“Sure thing,” you said. “Thanks for this, it means a lot that you were able to do this today.”
“Of course, I’m glad we were able to be in the same place at the same time,” he said.
You nodded and gave him another hug before heading back to Harry’s house. On the way there, you tried calling Harry, but it went straight to voicemail. You sighed walking back to his house and when you got there, his car wasn’t in the driveway.
You unlocked the door and went inside. You placed your bag on table and went upstairs to the bedroom. You noticed that Harry’s gym bag was out and there were dirty clothes in the hamper. You were confused because those weren’t there when you left. You shrugged it off and went downstairs.
You decided that you were going to cook a nice dinner for you and Harry that night. You went down to the kitchen and grabbed some things to cook. You turned on the stove and started chopping up some vegetables to make a quick little stir fry.
Once everything was pretty much done, you changed into something a little nicer and grabbed some flowers and candles that were in the house and set them around the table. You grabbed the copy of the cd with your song on it and put it in the stereo to play once Harry got home.
You brought the plates over to the table and poured some wine and sat down waiting for him to come home.
Three hours. Three hours passed until Harry finally came home. The food was completey ruined now. The candles had burned out and both glasses of wine were gone thanks to you.
Harry walked into the dining room and saw you sitting there finishing off the rest of the bottle of wine.
“Did you have someone over?” He asked.
“No,” you shook your head. “But I was expecting someone.”
“Oh, who?” He asked.
“You,” you said.
“We had dinner plans?” He asked.
“No, we didn’t. I just decided to make dinner for the two of us since you were super busy today,” you said. “So, how was your day?”
“It was good,” he said. “I had some time off, so I went to the gym and then I met some of the London crew for dinner. If I had known you were making dinner, I would have stayed home.”
“You went to the gym? And out for dinner?” You asked.
“Yeah, after rehearsals, I felt like getting in a good workout, so I stopped by the gym,” he said. “I came back home to change and you weren’t here, so I figured you didn’t want to come to dinner.”
You got up from your chair and grabbed the dishes off the table and practically threw them into the sink.
“Woah, Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked.
“What’s wrong? The fact that you have to ask that is what’s fucking wrong!” You said.
“Look, I’m sorry about the dinner,” he sighed. “I hadn’t seen this group of friends for a while, so when they asked to meet up, I went.”
You shook your head. “This isn’t about the dinner,” you said. “Did you check any of your messages today?”
“No, not really,” he said.
“Wow,” you said.
Angry tears were starting to form in your eyes.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked.
“I stood here twenty four hours ago telling you about what I would be doing today and you said that you would come and you didn’t. When you didn’t show up, I just assumed that you were busy with work, but no, you went to the fucking gym! The Gym, god, I’m so glad that you getting a workout in, is more important to you, than I am,” you shouted.
“What are you talking about?” He asked. “And why are you getting so upset? Yes, I went to the gym because I wanted to have some time for myself.”
You walked over and grabbed the cd case and shoved it against his chest. “Why don’t you listen to that and figure it the fuck out,” you said before walking up to the bedroom and slamming the door shut.